09.12.04
1:29 p.m.
my gramma is mean


sunday is the day to get things done. i've: washed the car
started laundry
mowed the grass (ok the boy mowed the grass)

last night was much torture. i drug the boy to a dinner with my mom's side of the family. all of them very republican 'four more year' bush fans.

i was gone for a few minutes when my grandma pounced; asking the boy if he was going to "vote for 'mr. flip flop'." she wants to try and 'influence' voters.

i think the boy's response was, "uh..uh."

all night at dinner each and every one of them bashed fahrenheit 911, but not one of them as seen the film.

my grandma is the worst. she is nothing like the -bake you cookies sneak you some cash for 'something fun'- kinda grandma. i meant it. if you met her you would understand.

in other news my town is having a 'living history' weekend. you can go downtown and see people dressed up in civil war garb. i saw a woman with a huge hoop dress but she was wearing keds on her feet. har.

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